Lyrical Breakdown of Macaulay Culkin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Macaulay Culkin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Macaulay Culkin" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that JPEGMAFIA employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I got my hands on my face like Macaulay Culkin

Gave her the cig, but I let the smoke in

And it's the same dude

Black pants, brown boots, chest open

I traveled down the road and back again

My girls golden

Black man, white fam

I feel like Jason Jordan

I play my albums front to back and make it feel important

Apply compression when I spit so it don't get distorted

Piper Chap

With the strap

Fuck the talk

Get the warden

I think I'm Rick and Morty

In the lab I take precaution

Snipe 'em out

Burn the body

Stash the Glock

Buy the coffin (Nasty)

Just for me

Yo style is my custody

Man I should charge a shipping fee

These rappers don't mean shit to me

2 guns, Mulder and Scully, I'm solving mysteries

Feminist pistol whip your wife first, that's chivalry

Sounding like my minimes

But you ain't got the heart to do these evil deeds

Debra pack

Turn Stone Cold into Simple Steve

Where it at

Slap a nigga up

Then I get the cream

5 buck, 6 cookies

Sounding like a deal to me

Yo shit don't appeal to me

My fans going heel for me

Gots to keep it real for me

Shouldn't even be on no bills with me

These punk niggas be killing me

That wack shit ain't trill to me

Fuck y'all niggas, I take the heat

Don shit